A true country boy
A handsome little lad
Trying to grow up and be just like his dad
A mum that's full of love
And a dad that likes to moan
It's far from perfect but that's what makes it home
He sits alone at night
Gazing through the trees
He worries himself so the drink helps him sleep
The beer takes away
The fear of being judged
A feeling of escape, oh a place free to run
He's trying to rebel
He made his dad start to yell
Oh what the hell son! you weren't raised up this way
Well maybe i'm a man
And i need your love dad
Mothers got me covered and it's just you that i lack
Ohhhh ohhhhhhhhhhh
Ohhhh ohhhhhhhhhhh
Ohhhh ohhhhhhhhhh ohhh